Villain Ch 1790. No One Stands on a Throne Alone
Zoe shifted beside him, tentacles twitching.
Shea's feathers rattled as her wings unfolded.
Vivian cracked her whip. "He's gone, huh?"
"No," Allen said softly. "He's just broken."
They all looked at him.
He stepped forward.
And for a second—
Just a second—
Allen stared at the twisted, monstrous version of Caelreth…
And saw himself.
If he hadn't found them.
If he hadn't let them in.
If he hadn't healed.
He'd be standing there right now. Alone.
"I get it," Allen whispered. "I really f*cking do."
The corrupted Warden roared—spike chains erupting from his back like wings of punishment.
But Allen didn't flinch.
"I lost my team once too," Allen said, voice rising. "They stabbed me in the back and left."
The girls tensed—but didn't interrupt.
"My girl back then… she left too. Played me. Said she loved me, but used me. I told myself I'd never need anyone again."
Allen's hand glowed—His blade appeared in his hand.
